"System, track the mission target."
[Mission target "Yinsen" location marked]
The golden dot representing Yinsen lit up on the minimap, showing that he had already run quite a distance.
"This four-eyes guy's got some tricks."
Du Mu raised an eyebrow, rather surprised.
That NPC who looked so frail actually had this kind of ability?
Could Yinsen be some hidden god of war?
[Warning! Mission target's vital signs are rapidly declining. Death is imminent!] [If the mission target dies, the mission will be considered a failure!]
"All right, forget I said anything."
As Tony watched in astonishment, the Diamond Pickaxe in Du Mu's hand vanished into thin air, replaced by a 93R pistol gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
"What are you—"
"Wait for good news."
Before Tony could finish, Du Mu tossed out those words and took off toward the marker.
He had just sprinted out of the cave and rounded the first bend when he ran straight into several heavily armed terrorists.
The terrorists were clearly startled by Du Mu's sudden appearance. Then, panicking, they raised their guns, their dark muzzles all trained on him!
"Hands up!"
"Put down your weapon!"
"Get down!"
"Don't move!"
The terrorists spoke a hodgepodge of languages, including some obscure ones.
But Du Mu could understand every word they said.
That was thanks to the option he'd selected in the game's initial settings: "Let us speak Chinese." The system automatically translated all languages into Chinese, and likewise converted whatever he said into a language the other person could understand.
"So, do you want me to move or not?" Du Mu asked helplessly.
The terrorists seemed stumped by his question. They exchanged confused looks, unable to reach a consensus.
So they decided to take out the person causing the problem!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!
The terrorists grinned viciously as they squeezed their triggers, bullets pouring toward Du Mu like a deluge!
With so many bullets about to turn him into a sieve, Du Mu remained perfectly calm.
"Eye of Death!"
In an instant, it was as if the world had been put into slow motion.
Time grew viscous and sluggish, and everything around him nearly came to a standstill.
Even the paths of the bullets, invisible to the naked eye, were now clearly visible, crawling through the air like snails.
In this nearly frozen space and time, only Du Mu moved with ease.
His gaze swept across the terrorists. A glaring red crosshair instantly appeared over the head of each target he locked onto.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The next instant, four shots rang out almost simultaneously.
The terrorists didn't even have time to scream. Blood burst from their foreheads, and they crashed to the ground still holding their guns aloft.
[Skill: Eye of Death] [Effect: When activated, time slows down. You can mark enemies yourself and rapidly shoot every marked target. The skill also grants several abilities, including bullet tracking, weak-point display, infinite magazine, and brief x-ray vision.] [Evaluation: I've got a plan. A damn good plan!]
"Tsk. Trash mobs. They don't even drop experience."
Du Mu curled his lip in disdain and continued toward the marker.
The commotion had clearly alerted the terrorists. A jumble of footsteps quickly approached him.
Bang!
A terrorist had barely poked half his body around the corner when Du Mu shot him in the head, splattering his brains everywhere.
The terrorists behind him were scared out of their wits. They immediately raised their guns and unleashed a wild barrage at Du Mu!
Taking cover behind the rock wall, Du Mu calmly pulled out a flashbang, guessed where they were, pulled the pin, and tossed it.
In an instant, dazzling light burst through the narrow passage!
"Argh!"
The terrorists screamed and covered their eyes, as if they'd just seen heaven.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
After a string of precise shots, the word "as if" no longer applied.
Before long, Du Mu had fought his way to the end of the passage and finally found Yinsen.
Yinsen wasn't looking too good.
He lay slumped against a sandbag, his face pale. Several vicious-looking bullet holes in his chest were gushing blood.
Seeing Du Mu, Yinsen ignored his injuries and shouted hoarsely, "Look out! It's an ambush!"
"Go to hell!!"
The terrorists hidden in the shadows saw their target step into the trap and immediately raised their guns and opened fire!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
Gunfire erupted, and a dense shower of bullets rained down on the spot where Du Mu stood!
Du Mu reacted quickly, diving into a tactical roll and taking cover. He glanced at the minimap. The red dots marking the enemy were flashing brightly, revealing the terrorists' positions.
"Good thing I'm not playing an FPS, or I'd definitely get banned."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. A terrorist hiding in the corner suddenly had a hole blown through his head and collapsed onto the companion beside him.
"No, Johnny, I'll avenge—"
Bang!
Before his companion could finish, a bloody hole just like the one on a certain president's head appeared in his forehead.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Shots rang out one after another.
Each gunshot was followed by another terrorist hitting the ground.
The terrorists were horrified to discover that no matter how they moved or where they hid, Du Mu always seemed to know where they were—and could shoot them right through the head.
An absurd thought rose in their minds: it was as though they were the ones being surrounded by a single man.
"Demon! He's a demon!"
The remaining terrorists couldn't take the pressure and turned to run.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several bodies hit the ground.
Du Mu stepped out from behind cover and looked at the carnage scattered across the floor, feeling nothing.
As a player, he was colder-hearted than a fishmonger who'd been gutting fish for decades.
"Don't move! Or I'll kill him!"
A voice suddenly came from the side.
Du Mu looked over and saw Yinsen held hostage by a bearded man, a pistol pressed hard against his temple.
Perhaps wary of Du Mu's marksmanship, the bearded man used Yinsen as a human shield, his fat body hiding behind a skinny guy. It was a sight that was hard to describe.
"D-don't worry about me..." Yinsen's voice was weak.
Du Mu said nothing.
If not for the mission, he might have considered killing Yinsen first. That way, the other side wouldn't have a hostage.
Seeing that Du Mu seemed to care whether Yinsen lived or died, the bearded man was delighted. He threatened him sharply, "If you don't want him dead, throw down the weapon in your hand!"
"Fine."
Du Mu cooperated, much to the man's surprise, and tossed the 93R in his hand onto the ground.
At the sight of this, the bearded man grinned cruelly and immediately turned his gun toward Du Mu.
"Hahaha, you're a real idiot! Now die—"
Bang!
The bearded man's grin froze on his face, and he toppled straight to the ground.
Holding another 93R that had appeared in his hand at some point, Du Mu gave the corpse an innocent look. "You only told me to throw away the one in my hand. You never said I couldn't use one from storage."